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I didn’t know how much time had passed, but the well of tears had dried up. I was feeling light, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Daniel must’ve felt it too.
He cupped my chin and made me look at him. It had gotten darker around us, but the light in his eyes was all I needed to see better through my own darkness. I smiled and he bent his head to gently kiss my lips.
The warmth in that small touch stirred something inside me, something that reminded me of how hungry I was to be close to another human being. I kissed him back, but took it further. My tongue parted his firm lips and I kissed him properly.
My gesture gave him pause for the shortest second, before he took over. His tongue danced with mine, exploring me not only physically, but mentally as well. I was allowing him to do that.
Our kiss was so heated, I needed to breathe. I squeezed his shoulders and pulled back. He mistook my gesture as backing away.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to …” he started. I covered his mouth with a finger.
“No, don’t be. I need to breathe.”
He smiled, amused, before going back at it for more.
Slowly, we kneeled in the sand, still warm from the day’s sun, without breaking our kiss. His hands wandered seamlessly to my sports bra’s clasp. In a second, my breasts were free from the wet and heavy fabric.
Daniel pulled back and slid the bra off my shoulders. He looked at my breasts as the fabric slipped off them and I cringed. Jack loved to squeeze them hard and tell me how imperfect they were, one of many flaws he saw in me.
“They’re perfect,” Daniel whispered, as if answering my thoughts. “He’s a savage. He doesn’t know anything.”
I forced a smile, my arms covering my bare chest.
“Please,” he pleaded. “Don’t. I want to see them. I want them.”
I looked into his eyes, to see if he was speaking the truth. His eyes were glassy, hungry. Hungry for me. I didn’t understand why, when I was so flawed.
“Let me enjoy them,” he said, putting his hands on my waist. He started kissing my breasts delicately, barely touching my skin with his lips. His breath left goose bumps behind, as he advanced towards my nipples. He gave me another reassuring look before taking them, one by one, in his mouth.
I moaned, the gesture so powerful in its gentleness, reminding me of pleasures I had started to believe were forbidden to me.
Not to push me too far, he trailed his kisses up to my collarbone, my neck, tracing my jaw, and coming back to my lips. His hand came to the back of my neck and he kissed me again, a kiss that made me feel safe in his arms.
As he kissed me, he laid me down, then leaned on his elbows on top of me. I didn't care about the sand getting in my hair, or the scratches I would have on my skin tomorrow. All I cared about was that look of passion in his eyes. It was unbelievable to me how much desire he held in them for me. I couldn’t help but sigh.
“Shh,” he whispered, his request not for my silence but for my peace. I felt tears stinging my eyes, so I closed them. He kissed them gently, then started down my body again.
As he caressed my skin, sucking my nipples in passing, my body got cold. It was coming from inside me, from my deep-seated belief that I had no right to do this. But, at the same time, my heart screamed for it, shouted that, on the contrary, it was my very right to have this, have him.
He circled my navel, before placing small kisses in a straight line to my panties, then stood back and pulled them just a bit.
I hadn’t noticed, but my body was quivering now, the cold having taken over my every fiber.
“Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded, my teeth clenched. I was nervous like it was my first time.
His eyes questioned the conviction of my answer. “Yes,” I whispered.
He pulled my panties down, leaving me completely naked before him. I couldn’t stop the shaking. It was embarrassing. He smiled and parted my knees, to give himself access. Gently, he placed a kiss on my mound, with the intention of going lower, but I stopped him.
“No, please. I … don’t like oral,” I whispered. All I could think of was how Jack used his tongue to torture me. I looked away as I spoke, afraid I might upset Daniel.
“He ruined this as well for you,” Daniel growled. “Don’t be upset, baby. I won’t do anything you don’t like. I promise.”
He kissed my quivering thighs before coming back to my lips. As his face hovered tentatively over mine, his breath heating my body, his fingers wandered between my legs. I squeezed my eyes shut. I knew I wasn’t wet enough. A tear escaped on the side of my face, against my biggest effort.
“Relax,” he whispered in my ear. “I won’t do anything until you’re ready. If it’s not tonight, then so be it.”
I couldn't dare to open my eyes just yet. “I’m sorry,” I said, as I had gotten used to saying.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing. You’re perfect exactly the way you are, and I want every inch of you. I want to know you, the you that’s buried inside. Relax, and don’t think, baby. You don’t have to do anything for me.”
He rubbed my clit slowly, with light movements that stirred enough pleasure to heighten my senses. I loved hearing his voice; it was hypnotic.
“You won’t let me protect you now, and I will do as you ask me before I know more, but I promise you I will offer you the pleasure you deserve. Make you forget about everything, even if it’s just for one short moment. If you’ll let me, I will.”
I nodded instinctively, my mind eager for him to take over like that.
His breathing brushed over my skin, going down my neck and over my breasts. My nipples were perked up, interested in everything that he was doing.
I let my senses take over, quiet my mind, muffle the thoughts that wanted to kill the pleasure.
He stopped himself from going further down, only focused on my breasts, as he rubbed my clit. I was getting wetter and wetter, and he finally was able to slid one finger inside me. The pressure, not unpleasant for the first time in months, made me moan.
He increased his speed, but not the strength of his thrusts, taking great care not to pull me back into a nightmare.
My body was grateful to him, long forgotten desire resurfacing again. My skin was hot, my mind clouded with hunger for him.
I cried out “Take me. Please.” He stood back.
“Are you sure?”
“Please,” I pleaded, my hands reaching for his body.
In a swift move, he got rid of his shorts and leaned back down over me. I spread my legs, knees high around his waist. He kissed my parted lips as he positioned his cock at my now dripping wet entrance.
I swallowed hard and nodded permission. “Please,” I begged a last time.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, and slid in slowly. It gave me the opportunity to feel his girth inch by inch, the fullness pleasurable.
I let my knees down, spreading my thighs further to give him more access. He didn’t rush. He didn’t just mount me.
He gently pushed into me until I had accommodated his cock to the hilt. The last inch of his length took my breath away. I wrapped my arms around him for support.
“Are you alright?” he asked, stopping to let me get accustomed to him. I nodded; if I had spoken, I would’ve cried, and I didn’t want to spoil the moment.
Gingerly, he started sliding out, then in again, stretching my pussy with every thrust. Instinctively, I began pushing my hips into him, meeting his effort and encouraging him to fuck me harder. I was ready. I wanted more.
He didn’t need me to say it out loud. He pushed harder, fucking me deeper and faster. My body was so hungry, I was already feeling an orgasm coming together at the edges of my mind. I grabbed him tightly and we rocked together, closely embracing each other, on the empty beach, in the young night around us.
Soon, my mind succumbed to the inevitable, and my body shook in waves of pleasure. An explosion of color lit up my mind, my soul, as I moaned loudly, mumbling Daniel’s name in sweet agony.
He increased his speed, now ramming harder into me, prolonging the pleasure I was so eagerly enjoying. Tears of happiness sprang from my eyes as I moaned one last time before my body stiffened under the power of the strongest orgasm I had ever had.
It finally cleared away, and I looked into his eyes as he fucked me slowly. It was the first time in a long while, but I found myself wanting to repay this gift, this pleasure, with an equal pleasure for him.
I lifted my hips, taking more of him, guiding him to fuck me harder again. It was his turn to climax, and I wanted him to see how grateful I was.
I clenched my pussy around his throbbing cock, pushing my hips into his, faster and faster, until his body jerked as he lost control, before thrusting one more time deep inside me.
His eyes never left mine as he came. I smiled, my tears dry now, my pussy throbbing with rediscovered pleasure.
“Thank you,” I whispered. He kissed my lips lovingly and rested on top of me, like a protector against all evil.
In that moment, I didn’t care about anything else. It was just him and me, two as one in that moment of forbidden bliss. What would come next was irrelevant against that. All I knew was that I wanted him; Daniel would be the light at the end of a dark tunnel, my hope and strength to bear my cross until something came of my future.